Reviews :
Snake557 : hahaha yeah poor Turbo just cant catch a break xD
Nikki Firesong : aww, Penny's never gunna live that down lol. and yes! Nox comes into his own, in that department, so he only sees fit to share the wealth.
Burgie : aw that's sweet :)
Jay Sketchin : thank you friend! and, that artwork IS canon. That was spoilers for my story, so that scene actually does happen :) sorry if that wasn't clear haha
Song Listened To :
Not Ok by Kygo and Chelsea Cutler
My House by Flo Rida
*Chapter 79*
After the millionth time of peering hard into her vanity, the gorgeous sprawl of her incredible bathroom, Berri heaved a satisfied sigh into her mirror and eyed over every single last little detail of her outfit. Clad in a gorgeous pair of sleek, black skinny jeans, a charcoal grey coat, this season's latest fashion from one of her favorite designers, and a peek of a gorgeous, sleek, flowy, off-white cami underneath, she breathed a silent giggle and scrunched her shoulders in entire excitement. With the clack of her pristine, black stilettos, she was excited to forget the event of earlier this week and just have a fun, unwinding date with Gunner on the town. Her phone vibrated in her rear pocket, and as she quickly shut off her bathroom light and crossed her messy room with the clack of her thin, tall, killer heels, she beamed a girly grin into her phone and was thrilled to see that Gunner had made it to the city and was patiently waiting at a certain meetup they had decided on. She swiftly messaged him, letting him know she'd be on the way shortly, and with one last ogling look in a nearby body mirror, she felt satisfied with her outfit, makeup and hairdo. Her dangerous heels found her teleport pad, and in a whisk, she was carried down to her's, Wren's and Theo's common room.
"It's not my fingers, I-I... I think maybe I just lack the coordination, it's not fair," Theo urgently grumbled down to Wren's figure, both men stood tight in each other's vicinity, and as Berri gently stepped off the teleportation pad and into the massive, gorgeously lit common room, she furrowed her blue eyebrows in whole confusion.
Wren and Theo were dressed up, and although they weren't nearly as dolled up as Berri, they still donned bowties and cute, lazy button ups. Berri's heels came to a clacking halt as Wren diligently did his best to tie and tidy Theo's pretty, bright green bow tie. Wren cocked an eyebrow, volleyed a gentle glance in Berri's direction and huffed her a small, hesitant chuckle, as if he was making clear he wanted to give her his whole attention, though he needed a minute. Berri furrowed her eyebrows in further confusion, and as she pressed closer, Wren finally finished Theo's bow tie, and the both of them lofted their cute, dewy attention to Berri before falling silent in awe.
"Wow, Bear, you... You look INCREDIBLE," Wren ogled, he cocked an eyebrow and eased closer to her. She breathed a bashful giggle and tucked her gorgeous, long, straight blue hair behind her ears, "Gunner's not gunna know what to do with himself."
"Y'gunna snag yourself your first kiss?" Theo wondered cheekily, though Berri rolled her eyes and looked off; the lack of any amount of giddiness, or blushing cheeks, had both boys understanding that her next statement was to be taken seriously.
"I don't think Gunner and I are ready for that kind of thing," Berri huffed with a small chuckle, she shook her head and volleyed her sweet eye contact to Wren and Theo in nonchalance, "Just a simple date. Maybe hold hands, nothing too crazy."
"Yeah, don't give yourself away on the first date, that's no fun," Theo mumbled, though he snapped his fingers in agitation and began to push past Wren and Berri, so to make it to the teleportation pad, "Almost forgot my phone."
"Where are YOU guys going that you're all dolled up for, anyways?" Berri giggled as she crossed her arms and watched Theo's lime green coding whisk away. She cocked an eyebrow and brought her attention back to Wren, "Gunna go out on the town and spy on us?"
"Tempting, but no... Turbo's throwing a house party," Wren shrugged, he tried desperately to be as carefree and nonchalant as he could, "Invited a group of people for food and drinks and games. Should be fun."
"...I-I'm sorry, what?" Berri felt her stomach drop in whole entire dread, the sheer fact that Turbo was now doing something so incredibly outside of his comfort zone, and she was due to wholly miss the entirety of it, "Turbo's throwing a party? A-At... At the loft?"
"Yeah, a whole group of us is going over there now, gunna hang out for the night and such," Wren egged, "Nox is gunna bring Tapper's, it'll be fun."
"Wh-Why... Why didn't I get an invite?" Berri stabbed in whole sorrow, she shook her head and urgently peered into Wren's eyes, desperate for answers.
"Berri, I'm sure Turbo thought to not say anything to you because he probably heard that you had a date with Gunner tonight," Wren assured lovingly, he shook his head and flinched as Theo's burst of lime green coding came back to the room, via the teleport pad, "No way he's going to encroach on something so important, y'know? I'm assuming he didn't want to tear you away from such an opportunity. A date with Gunner Ko? Certainly he understands."
"W-Well... Th-that's..." Berri stumbled on her words and now felt her heart crumple in confusion. She shook her head and desperately tried to find words, she long blinked in shattered confusion and felt her night now fall apart at the seams. She put on a brave face and nervously shrugged, "That's nice of him, then... Uh... Tell everyone I said hello."
"We will! C'mon, we have to hurry, Penny said that everyone's already there," Theo urged to Wren as the both of them began to press closer to the corridor that lead to their massive front door, and much to Berri's entire, unadulterated dismay, Chester easily trot right after them, clearly invited as well.
"Text me and tell me ALL about your date, when you can, Bear!" Wren pointed back to her as Theo swung open the door, ultimately letting in a breeze of frigid, Sugar Rush winter air, "I'm serious! EVERY detail!"
"N-No danger," Berri called after them, and in the simple swing and clack of the front door, Berri was left entirely alone in their little tower; the teleport pad, outside, could be heard buzzing all three beings to the one and only place she only ever wanted to be - Turbo's loft.
Berri frowned and gently pulled out her phone; she tabbed to her's and Turbo's messages. Not a single text in an entire two days, she sagged her shoulders and felt confusion hit her skin in a cold lick of conclusion. She heaved a hot sigh through her nose, locked her phone and grappled her mother's car keys. Generous enough to not tell Zed about Berri's and Gunner's date, Tessa also hesitantly allowed Berri to borrow her car, a dark, sleek race car fit for the streets. Berri felt the hot sting of tears hit her eyes as she peered down at Tessa's car keys and keychains, the emblem of the Japanese make's logo in matte black on the bulk of her key, she desperately blinked back the fog of tears and was certain not to mess up her make up. As she inhaled a deep breath of puffing her chest, she shook her head, rid her thoughts of Turbo for good and, in a hardened stomp of irritation, she head for her front door, as well.
In the dark fifteen minute drive from the palace to the outskirts of Orion City, Berri did absolutely everything in her power to avoid landing her eyes on Turbo's tower; it being the tallest thing for miles, she glowered out to the street and grappled the steering wheel in fuming, sorrowful irritation. She knew that once she was in Gunner's presence, everything would probably get easier, though the whole fact that she'd have a solid distraction, alongside potentially navigating her way through paparazzi, with Gunner, is what had her pressing the gas a little harder. As the skyscrapers grew larger and the traffic grew heavier, she was delighted to see that Turbo's tower had vanished, due to obstructions. Berri and Gunner promised to meet at a restaurant they both agreed on, a fancier place to dine on the Southern end of town. As Berri pulled up to the restaurant's valet parking, she easily put Tessa's car in park, unbuckled her seatbelt and gingerly stepped out. As a man ran up and kindly addressed Berri properly, as royalty, he kindly assured her the safety of the Queen's car and almost hesitantly hopped in the driver seat. Berri took a few steps to the sidewalk and was greet by none other than Gunner.
A heavy crowd of fans had gathered nearby and was now being held back by Gunner's security. The dark sky over head was glinted with the incredible glow of Orion City's street and building lights, illuminating Gunner from behind. He was dressed in a very similar coat to Berri, dark, torn jeans, at the knees, and a sexy peak of a tank top that showed from the zipper of said coat. Berri choked a small laugh, gestured to him, and then to herself, and it was here did Gunner understand that they were at it again; dressing in similar colors and styles to each other. As Berri approached, Gunner donned a loving, wide grin and opened his arms for a welcoming embrace.
"I'm starting to think I should dye my hair blue," Gunner choked a hard laugh as Berri gently sagged into Gunner's arms; she felt brave, this time, and draped her arms about Gunner's neck in a soft wing of cheeky passion.
"For User's sake," Berri huffed through a girly giggle, though she was floored to feel Gunner sag his strong arms about Berri's lower waist and tug her tight into his body. His broad hands cupped the small of her back and swayed her a little as she carried on with a girly, blushing smile, "I hope that people know we didn't coordinate this."
"You look so good, tonight, Bear," Gunner's voice glossed Berri's ears like honey, something that sent a strange shiver down her spine, and it was here did she furrow her brows and feel that strange tug of conflicting thoughts hit her skin.
"Why thank you," Berri eased as she finally pulled away from Gunner, though she was surprised to feel Gunner hold his gentlemanly hands on the sides of her hips, to keep her close.
She daringly held her hands to Gunner's lower chest and peered up into his lovely, light brown eyes, though just as she peered up into his soul, she felt her pupils tighten at the stark, hovering sight over Gunner's right shoulder; the glistening gleam of none other than Turbo's tower. She was thankful Gunner pulled away, slipped his hand into hers and began to gingerly lead her up the small stoop of the restaurant they were due to easing inside of. Berri furrowed her eyebrows and firmly glowered down Turbo's tower, once and for all, as if maybe Turbo could potentially see her from all the way down here in the streets, the incredibly firm tug to join Turbo at his house party was almost enough to ditch Gunner right here and now. She furrowed her eyebrows in continued hurt and felt the thoughts of him and Libby come rushing back to her, and with such, she firmly tugged her eyes away from Turbo's tower, for good, and felt her heart at least try to harden towards him and his irresistible tower.
As Berri's date with Gunner pressed on with confidence, Berri was elated that thoughts of Turbo came and went a lot faster and a lot less frequently, as time went on. She felt an easiness with Gunner, the easy flow of confidence he just oozed was something she wasn't used to. The lack of struggling to get a smile out of someone was vanquished, the hovering feeling of wondering just where certain time-sensitive land mines would be was something she felt relief from, though the longer her's and Gunner's date pressed on, the more she understood that this was far too easy. The simple volley of belly laughs, wide smiles and cute, new inside jokes, she felt nearly no challenge in reeling Gunner into her charming vicinity. There was no guesswork, she was very well aware Gunner was very blatantly head over heels for her, the easy loft of compliments handed to her on a silver platter, the lack of any nervous staggering or butterflies that coat their bubble, the longer it all continued the more Berri began to itch for something a bit more mysterious, something a bit darker and uncertain. After almost a half an hour of successfully avoiding it, she finally glowered Turbo's tower another subtle, mean look when Gunner wasn't looking, simply as if Turbo was the reason she was now at this fancy restaurant going absolutely bonkers over every tiny detail in front of her.
"Ahh, that's something, erm... Sama used to say to me," Gunner pressed in a lilt of nervousness, and it was here did Berri furrow her eyebrows and wonder if they were getting somewhere.
"Sama, she... She was your previous guitarist," Berri eased in understanding, having followed Gunner and his previous bandmates for awhile, now; Gunner nodded and looked down to his nearly empty plate of food, the little candle between them flickered in their little balcony's breeze of outside air, and although they were underneath a proper heater, Berri still shivered from time to time, "I-I... I don't mean to bring up a sensitive topic, but... Do you still talk to her? She, well... Bailed out on you, didn't she?"
"Yeah, she... Her and I had a bit of a rough patch, at the end, there," Gunner staggered nervously, his narrow eyes aimlessly peered down to the table as he shook his head softly, "I... I often wonder just what I did to push her away, like such. Without so much as a goodbye, she just... Left and took Rye with her."
"Rye, your drummer," Berri assured for clarity, to which Gunner bobbed a nod and heaved a gentle sigh, "W-Well, we don't have to talk about it, if it's too sensitive. I know they were your friends..."
"... Sama was more than that, little did the public know," Gunner sagged in gentle sorrow, he urgently peered to Berri and frowned, "She... She didn't want our relationship to be public, so... It was kept tightly under wraps."
"Sh-She's your ex girlfriend?" Berri wondered, now knowing that things were starting to get good, all she wanted was a little insight; having been so used to all of Turbo's incredible, twisted back story, she was thrilled Gunner at least had something, "She didn't want your relationship to be public, and then, just... Randomly bailed? Why did Rye go with?"
"I think she was cheating on me, with Rye," Gunner staggered nervously, he hooked his now fragile eye contact to Berri and shook his head, "I just... Wish there was communication. I-I'll never forgive her for what she did to me. If she just... Didn't want to be with me, that badly, all she had to do was say something."
"Well, maybe she was worried about splitting up the band," Berri assured nervously, though she shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows, "Well... I guess she accomplished that anyways."
"I think she was just trying to put on a brave face and, well... Live out the contract we all had, together, " Gunner eased as he readjusted himself in his seat, he cocked an eyebrow and gave Berri a gentle, sassy smile, "It's something I've gotten over... Took me a hot minute, but... I figure if she found something better in Rye, then, hopefully they're very, very happy together."
Berri cocked an eyebrow and watched as Gunner took a swig of his non-alcoholic drink, and as he set the glass back down to the table, Berri sorrowfully peered to Gunner and wondered just how betrayed and heartbroken he must've been. The look of now confused forlorn in his eyes had Berri certain that the universe was in tune with her thoughts, how desperately she wanted something a little deeper, here, and how quickly it was lofted her way. Berri cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter, though as she adjusted her jacket, she dared to keep prodding this topic.
"Do you know where she ran off to? She seems to have fallen off the face of the Arcade," Berri worried tenderly, though Gunner nodded and lulled his eyes closed.
"She has a house in EZ Living, I promise you she just... Took her share of the tour money and is just hulling herself away, for the rest of eternity," Gunner mumbled, he finally gave Berri an apologetic smile and shook his head, "It's something I've learned to just deal with. It used to tear me up inside, but... It's nice starting over, with someone new. I'm having a lot of fun, tonight, Bear. I only hope that you are, as well."
"Definitely," Berri assured, though she would never dare reveal to Gunner that she was also desperate to dive face first into Turbo's house party, at any cost; with such, she cocked an eyebrow at Turbo's tower, off in the distance, and silently began to promise it that she'd do anything and everything to at least make the tail end of Turbo's party, even if it meant bursting in and making a scene.
"You seem to be doing well," Turbo's kind, raspy voice was low and steady, just for Throttle; they both eased into the vicinity of the island whilst the rest of the group loudly hollered and cheered about Turbo's dining room table, now sans chairs. They sloppily played beer pong, everyone was in great spirits, "That hair cut does everything for you, by the way."
"Yeah, feels... Feels good, man," Throttle's quiet voice eased back to his little brother, they both stood still, nearly shoulder to shoulder, as Turbo kindly began to mix Throttle a drink. Throttle shook his head, lofted his gaze across Turbo's lively home and finally caught with Wren's figure, "I'm glad you're making me that drink... I need alcohol if I'm going to muster up the courage to ask Wren out. I-I... I was planning on doing it tonight."
Turbo cocked an eyebrow, peered down at the delicious drink he was now pouring, and in a switch up of decisions, he halted production, mid-pour and gently set the shaker aside. He cleared his throat, held the half-full drink captive, cocked an eyebrow at his big brother and gave him a knowing smirk. Both boys were dressed in messy button up shirts and a tie, rolled sleeves to the elbows and a casual pairs of dark jeans. Although Turbo's hair was just in it's normal style, Throttle's was cut to sleek perfection, almost mocking Nox's cut, though Throttle's was a little shorter. Throttle cocked an eyebrow, noted that Turbo had ceased pouring him a drink and, as both boys caught eyes, Throttle sagged his shoudlers and was quick to prove that this wave of confidence could very easily slip. Turbo smiled and, as he finally lofted his eyes back to the excitable group, which consisted of Nox, Koko, Penny, Orph, Wren and Theo, he was quick to notice Wren tenderly mosey away, his nose buried into a text message. He aimlessly sauntered down the few steps, to Turbo's living room, and hovered near Turbo's lit fireplace. Once Wren finally sagged his back against the wall and quietly busied himself with a quick conversation, with only User knows, Turbo finally stabbed his knowing smile back to Throttle's.
"I'll tell y'what," Turbo started kindly, to which Throttle lulled his eyes closed in dreaded annoyance and knew just where this was going, "Why don't you do yourself a favor and go talk to Wren, right now, while you have him alone. Afterwards, I'll reward you with this drink. You can't use alcohol as a crutch."
"User-dammit," Throttle grunted in whole irritation, though as his muscles tensed to begin now angrily spearheading in Wren's direction, he faltered and now shot Turbo a nervous look of uncertainty, "Wh-what do I even say to him?"
"Anything, bro, just... Ask what he's up to, ask how he's enjoying the party, tell him he looks nice," Turbo shrugged, he gave Throttle a sweet smile and blurt a chuckle, "Don't think too hard about it. He's your friend, isn't he?"
"Well, yeah, but..." Throttle stammered on a few empty arguements.
"Sooo... What do you two usually talk about?" Turbo quickly inquired, knowing full well Wren wouldn't remain a wall flower for long.
"You and Berri," Throttle stabbed with a widening smile and a hearty laugh, to which Turbo largely rolled his eyes and began to swat his hand, so to get Throttle to go away.
"Get... Away from me, you'll get your drink after you finish your chore, go," Turbo rushed in a stab of annoyance, both boys laughed at just how red Turbo's face was turning, "Go, go, go."
"I'm going, I'm going," Throttle blurt a chuckle as he finally cut around the kitchen island and sagged his hands into his pockets; he had a cocky saunter about himself, something Turbo cued to, he was very well aware the switch up in hairstyles did the trick for Throttle's confidence.
As Throttle passed the noisy table of flown ping-pong balls and sudden whoops of cheers and laughs, he gently sagged his bare feet down Turbo's living room steps and into the dimmer, lower atmosphere. He felt his pupils dilate as he grew within fifteen feet of his destination, the handsome being that hung on the wall in quiet solitude, something Wren was never caught doing. Throttle nervously cleared his throat, cocked an eyebrow and wondered how the hell he was going to muster the confidence to follow through with this notion, though as he finally eased into Wren's bubble of about a five foot radius, he felt his heart jump as Wren looked up from his phone and gave Throttle a kind, welcoming smile. Throttle knew this was at least a good sign, and although the two had light, causal conversation all through the night, it was a very stark difference from their intense, in-depth text conversations they had on the daily. He bravely inhaled a deep breath and somehow wondered if he could bring the depth of their texts to the surface of their face-to-face time.
"Y-You're awfully quiet," Throttle struggled to get out, although he had been having a more-than sociable night, thus far, he somehow was able to find the frog in his throat the second he spoke to Wren, "Quite unlike you."
"And you're one of the most talkative ones here," Wren stated sweetly, though he wrinkled his nose and peered up from his phone with a sassy smirk, his thumbs continued to tab away even though his piercing blue eyes were now glued to Throttle's square pupils, "Quite unlike you..."
"I-I guess..." Throttle sagged against the wall, though within doing so, he realized said move was likely a bit more forward than anything he'd typically do; this put both boys in a tight proximity of each other, and although Throttle wanted to wig out and duck away, he inhaled a shaky breath and followed Turbo's advice to just go for it, "M-Maybe it's the haircut."
"Penny did a good job of it," Wren stated with a coy, knowing smile, though he huffed a small, sweet chuckle and peered back down to his phone.
"Who uh... Who yah texting?" Throttle wavered his words, and although he was certain him and Wren were good enough friends to ask such a question, he tried to not seem too forward, no matter how much his brothers tried to push him to do so.
"Berri... She's mad that she wasn't invited to this house party and is telling me she's trying to find a way out of her's and Gunner's date," Wren grumbled, he rolled his eyes and sagged his shoulders, "Blue-haired freak needs to pick a guy and stick to him. I warned her about lead singer boys... But what do I know. I just play the keys in the background."
"C'mon, you don't give yourself enough credit," Throttle found his warmth and ease once more, he smiled to himself and was thrilled this was at least becoming easier.
"I guess Gunner showed up and they were both wearing the same jacket," Wren spat with an incredulous laugh, he gestured his hand outward in pure annoyance, "The jacket she's wearing is the latest in women's fashion. Is he blind?"
"Well, Berri's taste is rather tom-boyish, maybe... Maybe Gunner's taste is a touch more feminine," Throttle shrugged as he hovered in Wren's bubble, he could swear his heart was on surround sound. He tried his hardest to keep the conversation rolling, "You know what they say about imitation... It's the sincerest form of flattery."
"Considering your tie matches my shirt, I'd say you're on to something, there, love," Wren eased dryly as he seductively gripped the base of Throttle's tie and gingerly tugged. He cocked an eyebrow, eyed Throttle and slowly lifted himself off the wall to join Penny, Orph, Nox, Koko, Theo and Turbo at the beer-pong table..
Throttle froze and watched him leave, he finally exhaled a shaky breath he was vastly unaware he was keeping in. As if Wren's steps were in slow motion, he sagged and felt every single last chance he had just slowly slip from him. He furrowed his brow as a voice came rushing back to him, the voice of confidence he so greatly used to have, the teacher inside of himself that so stubbornly refused to accept lessons from anyone else, he finally caved and was well aware he was now given a taste of his own medicine. All those years of telling Turbo that he was the greatest, he finally accepted the kind notions back, from his brothers, and felt a wave of confidence surge his veins. With a push off the wall, he held his breath, bravely skipped ahead a few steps, and in a swing, Throttle successfully cut in front of Wren and halted him in his steps.
"What if I got dressed before you?" Throttle dared with a cheeky smile, and in great subtly that was just stark enough to get Wren's now surprised glance down to Throttle's fingers, Throttle gingerly toyed with the last button on Wren's lovely, dark shirt with the cream, vertical pinstripes, "You insinuating that I chose this tie to match your shirt?"
"It would seem to be so," Wren eased in great kindness, though he gently crossed his arms, cocked an eyebrow and gave Throttle a sassy, surprised smile of delight, "I wear this shirt a lot, and you know that. I've never seen you wear that tie, so... Just putting two and two together."
"I guess, in that case, I'll put one and one together..." Throttle looked down in a subtle hesitation of coy nervousness, and as his mysterious, dimly glowing white eyes finally pierced Wren's, he bashfully eased a smile and allowed a wall to come down, "I'd love to take you out, sometime."
Wren froze and felt as if all the blood in his body just ceased movement. He huffed a nervous chuckle and felt thwarted, he was absolutely certain that he'd be the one wearing the pants, when it came to asking Throttle out on a date, though with the sheer fact that Throttle somehow successfully beat him to it, in the sweetest way possible, Wren felt a lovely amount of defeat make his knees weak. He scoffed a small, bashful chuckle, looked off and cursed any amount of nervousness that now came rushing to him, the desire to be on top of his game, the desire to one up absolutely anyone that tried to take him down, he eyed Throttle and was floored to see that cute, confident, mischievous look in Throttle's eyes, something that made Wren entirely interested to delve into. A devious side of sweet, mellow and reserved ol' Throttle that absolutely no one ever saw.
"I'm listening," Wren's deep voice eased in a tone of playing hard to get, though somehow this now began to fuel Throttle. Throttle crossed his arms, looked up and fingered his lip in contemplation.
"How about tomorrow night, I'll take you to my favorite ice cream shop in Orion City," Throttle quickly scrounged, though Wren narrowed his eyes.
"Ice cream? In the middle of winter?" Wren dully tested, though Throttle cocked an eyebrow.
"We can take it back to my place," Throttle's deep voice crackled in almost whispering delight, he tilted his head a little and continued on, just for Wren to hear, "I'll keep you warm."
Wren held his breath and now felt entirely thwarted, and with such a strange sensation, he knew to give Throttle this victory. Wren huffed a bashful, cheeky chuckle, shook his head and eyed Throttle, as if to convey to him that he was definitely on the right track.
"Yes, sir," Wren's voice lilted in tender delight, and although Throttle didn't really want to let Wren peel from him, Wren finally gently eased from Throttle's presence, as opposed to the sudden yank just a few minutes prior.
Throttle inhaled a deep, confident breath as Wren finally was out of his vicinity, and back to the party at hand. As Throttle glossed his eyes across Turbo's lovely home and the incredible view of Orion City, he began to mosey back towards the kitchen. He shoved his hands into his front pockets, continued on with said slight, cocky saunter, and as he gently came up the steps and approached Turbo, he was absolutely delighted to see Turbo eagerly holding out the now full glass of alcohol, the one that Turbo had previously shaken for Throttle and was a trophy for doing what everyone thought would be impossible. Throttle shot Turbo a smug smile, leaned over the kitchen island, gently snatched the drink from Turbo's outstretched hand and arm, and quipped Turbo a kind, cheeky notion.
"I'll be taking that, thank you very much."
A/N : I drew the scene of Wren and Throttle chatting, against the wall. It's titled 'Sincerest Form of Flattery' on my deviantART username Vyntresser :) Go check it out! That piece was drawn 2 years ago, and was actually a commission from one of my readers! You'll get to see Throttle's hair cut, too~
